Thursday, April 22, 2010

PAD #16

When death came knocking,
I wasn't home
and so my love left.
I wait now, wondering
when the next knock will come
and what it brings for me.
Life or death,
I only know the door
will open.

The prompt for day 16 was (oh, joy!) death. I really didn't want to write about that again, and it shows.

The painting is Thinking About Death by Freida Kahlo.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just want to say how much I am enjoying your poems.
Anne

April 22, 2010 9:01 PM  
Blogger Lisa :-] said...

I think I might have taken a pass on this one, were I you... Not that the poem wasn't good.

April 22, 2010 10:36 PM  
Blogger Nelle said...

I think this was very good and I'm sure it was difficult for you.

April 23, 2010 3:57 AM  
Anonymous Paula said...

Whew! Great. Reminded me of...well, he didn't die, but he sure took a beating. Love love the opening, and the poem, and the picture of Frida. She's still my idol, and this is one of my favorite painings. Love you, Cyn. Still.

May 04, 2010 3:35 PM  

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